Cannot you
understand?
Lascelle Abercrombie
_Morris_.
If you could know
How it has been with me, since I saw you!
_Jean_.
What can I know of your mind? --For my own
Is hard enough to know,--save that I'm glad
You've come again,--and that I should have cried
If you'd not kept your word.
_Morris_.
My word? --to see
Hamish does nothing to you?
_Jean_.
The fiend take Hamish!
Do you think I'ld be afraid of him? --It's you
I ought to be afraid of, were I wise.
_Morris_.
Good God, she's crying!
_Jean_.
Cannot you understand?
_Morris_.
O darling, is it so? I prayed for this
All night, and yet it's unbelievable.
_Jean_.
You too, Morris?
_Morris_.
There's nothing living in me
But love for you, my sweetheart.
_Jean_.
And you are mine,
My sweetheart! --And now, Morris, now you know
Why you are the man that ought to frighten me! --
Morris, I love you so!
_Morris_.
O, but better than this,
Jean, you must love me. You must never think
I'm like the heartless men you wait on here,
Whose love is all a hunger that cares naught
How hatefully endured its feasting must be
By her who fills it, so it be well glutted!
_Jean_.
